By Dr. Hemi Borgohain
The pretending face,
That walks on the ground
With painless grace.
Nobody knows
How much pain occupies the space
Inside the pretending face.
Nobody feels
The whispers of unrest,
The echoes of fright—
The pretending face seals.
But I know,
When you stop pretending,
The whole world will judge you;
You can never change people's hue.
So, you keep pretending...